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Sunday, February 1st, 2009
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So, after a good 5 months, what does it take to get me to post?
A meme.
But this is a meme, not for evil, but for awesome!
The first seven people to respond to this post will get something made by me.
This offer does have some restrictions and limitations:
- I make no guarantees that you will like what I make.
- What I create will be just for you.
- It'll be done this year (2009).
- You have no clue what it's going to be. It may be a mix CD. It may be a poem. I may draw or paint something. I might bake you something and mail it to you. Who knows? Not you, that's for sure! [not me either]
- I reserve the right to do something extremely strange.
The party of the first part (bluemilker) will honor this contract if and only if the party of the second part (you) posts this offer as well, for others to partake in. Pay the creative goodness forward, folks.
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(15 ego boosts | boost my ego)
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Tuesday, August 19th, 2008
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Thirty-one years ago, on August 20th, Voyager 2 started its long, lonely mission through our solar system, and beyond it. (Four years later, on the same day, Jesse was born and started a much more local journey.)
This wednesday, August 20th, come by the Stoned Crow bar near Washington Square, and have a drink and a burger in honor of Voyager 2 (which will be beer- and burger-less, more than 8 billion miles away from the sun), and Jesse (who will be much much closer.)
The stoned crow features drinks, bar food, a pool table, and a casual attitude. You can check its menu here.
The bar's address is 85 Washington Place, between 6th avenue and Washington Square West.
The plan is to be there a-drinkin' starting at 7pm, and until at least 11.
If you can see this, then you are very likely someone I'd be glad to see at the bar, sharing a drink in honor of two brave explorers.
If you can't see this, then hah, I didn't want to see you anyway! Who needs you?
(And for those of you for whom this conflicts with Pub Night, I'm sorry about that. For the record, I know that a few people are planning to come by this earlier in the evening, and then head over there after a bit. If you can only stop by for a minute, I'd still be glad to see you.)
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(5 ego boosts | boost my ego)
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Friday, August 15th, 2008
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When life is going pretty well, when work is pleasant, when I'm not dating anyone... those are the times when I'm pretty bad at saying anything interesting about my life.
Drama is like protein powder (or viagra) for blogs. And with a few minor exceptions, my life has been blissfully drama-free in the last year.
I'm doing interesting things at work, I'm hanging out with folks I like, I'm spending time in my apartment. Recently, I've been having people over at the apartment more -- something that is all to the good, because it forces me to clean my place (the hell) up. I'm pretty sure that the first roleplay night at my apartment forced me to clean a few bits of dirt that had been there since my housewarming a year ago.
Every once in a while, I even go do something extracurricular and fun, like see a play. I even wanted to do so yesterday, or today. But right now, I'm a cripple.
You see, yesterday instead of work, my office organized an "Amazing Race"; basically a scavenger hunt/trivia contest across Manhattan. There was a time limit, and we were only allowed to travel using our feet, or metrocards. Which meant a lot of fast-walking (or for a couple of teams, jogging) all over the city, begging people to take photos of your team doing weird shit. (Shit like getting 10 strangers to hold hands in front of the LOVE statue in midtown.)
And it was fun. But as you can clearly see from the photos, I am an out-of-shape motherfucker. And I am wearing distinctly impractical shoes. (And a turtleneck! What was I thinking?)
So today, I pay the price. My feet are essentially one enormous blister, with bones in.
I can walk around just fine, as long as I pretend I'm very leisurely enjoying a scenic stroll, penguin-step by penguin-step.
But hey, at least I have an interesting answer to "what have you been up to?"
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(7 ego boosts | boost my ego)
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Things have been happening.
I could talk about them.
But I won't, right now.
Instead, two pictures of me in drag.
First, from Emily and Chris's Drag V-day, a closeup of my (self-done) makeup job:
Second, from Taaz.com, a site that lets women (and me) give our photos makeovers:
Am I not beautiful?
Don't hate.
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(10 ego boosts | boost my ego)
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Thursday, March 13th, 2008
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I realize that I haven't written much, if anything, about my work. I'm not sure why that is, entirely, but it's at least partially because I still haven't adjusted yet to just how much work is a part of my daily adult life.
(School, in contrast, was never a significant part of my life. Not at any point at which I'd have been journalling it, at least. So this does mark a contrast for me.)
But as it turns out, I've been doing graphic design (or web design, or web development, or the various permutations of title and responsibility that I've gone through) for the better part of a decade. And I've made a lot of... things: websites, and banners, and flash widgets, and emails, and posters, and flyers, and multimedia DVD's, and I'm sure there's stuff I've long since forgotten.
And here's where I stand, in general: I'm very, very good at the technology of my trade. What skills I don't posses, I can fake or pick up quickly enough that I almost never have to say "I can't do that." I've never felt that I possess the soul of an artist -- Lisa, for example, could outdesign me in her sleep, I'm sure. But I have a good enough design sense, and a deep enough well of experience, that I'm not embarrassed by what I make at this point in my career. And that's a big step for me, because I'm terrible at liking anything I've made.
But today, I got a nice little boost.
If you spend much time on Youtube, you've probably seen their "Invideo" ads -- little animated banners that pop up at the 15-second mark in some videos, at the bottom of the screen, and go away after about 10 seconds. They're ads, yes; so I'm sure none of you are very fond of them. But ads are a big part of what I do, so I was very pleased to see this page, this morning: Google's Youtube Invideo Ad information page.
See those ads? The square on the right with a man holding a Python, and the Invideo with the translucent snakeskin pattern that says "Dr. Brady Barr vs. Giant Python"?
I made those as part of a campaign for National Geographic. And the guys at Google who put together their Invideo information page, who had to select a good ad to teach people how to make Invideo and to convince people that it was a good format to invest in, chose my ad to do it.
They didn't even tell me about it; I found out when I went to look at the specs this morning. But I made that ad months ago.
It's weird, but looking at this sent a rush through me, of what I can only describe as legitimacy. Because Google and Youtube are companies, you know? And they've invested a chunk of money into this ad format.
So, yeah. That's pretty cool.
How've you been?
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(15 ego boosts | boost my ego)
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Tuesday, January 22nd, 2008
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Heath Ledger has apparently died. The rumors are that it may have been drug-related, and that he was found in "an apartment on Broome Street."
That is sad, sure. A young man died, and that's always going to be sad.
But the amount of gasping, shocked noises, and running around that's suddenly going on in my office is honestly astounding.
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(3 ego boosts | boost my ego)
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Tuesday, January 1st, 2008
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The retro Elvis clock that Chris's father gave me in Vegas is the loudest sound I hear right now.
Weird in Manhattan is waking up on the couch of the New Year's party you were at, at 8:30 in the morning, and heading home. I don't think I've ever seen Union Square completely empty in the daytime before.
Now the question becomes: do I join the huddled masses and go to bed, or do I take the three hours I grabbed at the party and call that a night's sleep?
Today is the last day of my vacation. I would have liked to be a little more alert for it, but I guess I should have known better.
Happy New Year, all. May this one treat you better.
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(8 ego boosts | boost my ego)
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Sunday, December 30th, 2007
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Comment contest: end that one-liner!
Yup. Back from Vegas, and still awake at 4:00 am because I think I had just about adjusted to the 3 hour time difference before my flight back today. So, sleep is screwed up for at least a day or so, I'm predicting.
There'll be a bigger update with photos (currently being processed/downloaded from the camera) in the near future. Meanwhile — everyone's favorite — a bulleted list of highlights!
- Stayed in Chris's family's home, which was gorgeous. I seriously doubt I'd have had equivalent accommodations at a hotel, even if I'd splurged. Plus, friendly folks, which is always a plus.
- Vegas is dry. I have never, ever, had chapped lips before. It sucks. On the other hand, I suddenly understand why everyone loves chapstick so much. To be honest, it always kind of creeped me out.
- Vegas is an amusing place to see, and I enjoyed myself. But I can't imagine spending much more time there. There's an overwhelming aura of desperation and low-level persistent hopelessness which doesn't take long to get under your skin.
- Driving downtown on the Strip is interesting for several reasons. But the most interesting of those reasons is definitely watching the advertised prices for Prime Rib and Lobster dinners drop. 13.99? 11.99? 8.99? 6.99! I have a feeling we were only about two more miles from "Hell, just take the damn steaks! We're drowning in 'em!"
- Had my worst night of poker ever. Happily, I didn't let it get me down. It was amusing that my cards were bad enough that soon the rest of the table was commenting on it: "he's gotta hit one eventually!" (Pro tip: they were wrong.)
- You know the (generally asian) guys on the street in Times Square who draw your picture or caricature for a few bucks? They've got guys like that in Vegas. But they also have guys who will sculpt a bust of your face while you wait.
- There are lots of boobs in vegas. Mostly, they're just kind of sad. You kind of want to give them a cup of coffee and a bus token.
More later. Now, I try to sleep.
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(6 ego boosts | boost my ego)
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Tuesday, December 25th, 2007
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What is it about taking airplane trips that makes me shave my head? This could get to be a weird tradition.
Ah well. About to head to the airport... I should be in vegas in, oh... 10 hours, give or take.
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(6 ego boosts | boost my ego)
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Well, that was unexpected.
Someone buzzed my apartment, saying he was my next door neighbor and asking me to let him in -- he'd lost his keys.
Now, my next door neighbor is a young, pretty, flamingly queer boy... and he has pretty much exactly the voice you'd imagine from that description. This voice matched, so I let him in. I also threw on some pants, because I had a feeling there was about to be a knock at my door...
Turns out it wasn't my neighbor, but his as-of-very-recently roommate. His name was (I think) Matt, and he explained that Dave (or possibly Daniel), his roommate was out of town for the holidays and he didn't have a key. When I asked, he said that the super was also not in the building, so that avenue was blocked to him.
I stood in the doorway for a few seconds, making empathetic noises and wondering what he was about to ask me. I didn't think he was going to ask to crash on my couch, but I couldn't imagine what else I could do for him (assuming he had a phone,) So I waited, and tried to figure out if I was willing to let this stranger sleep in my house.
He asked me if I could let him onto the fire escape so he could get into his apartment. Which was a relief, as I was pretty much ok withthat. I cleared the space, made a minute or so of chit-chat as I worked (which is when I learned their names... briefly), and let him out the window. All in all, a happy ending.
But, hindsight-is-20/20 summary: I just let a stranger into my apartment, so that he could crawl out of my window, into the apartment next door. Here's hoping that doesn't blow up in my face.
I'm also suddenly much more paranoid about how easily someone could break into my apartment via fire escape.
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(6 ego boosts | boost my ego)
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Monday, December 24th, 2007
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As it happens, it's been a while since I took a vacation.
A long while.
In fact, my last vacation was my San Francisco trip in October of 2006 (this never said 2007 at all! Ninja edits away!). I worked for a different company then, had a different amount of hair (and a different number of active hair follicles), and lived in a different place. But the important thing to remember is that since I changed places of employment, I haven't taken a vacation.
So, you know, I had a few days coming to me. And they were going to expire, because vacation days do that at this company, if you don't take them during the year you earn them. And as a good friend pointed out to me, not taking earned vacation days is like leaving money on the table.
And of course, the reason I hadn't taken any vacation (other than being an eternal procrastinator) is that I was pretty much the only person at my company who could do what I did at any given time, and I was eternally either in the middle of a project, or with one coming immediately down the line. But, as the same friend pointed out, not taking an earned vacation because the company needs you is like leaving money on the table because your company says its having a rough week and needs to borrow a few bucks.
So, I sat down and ironed it out, last minute-style. And here I am, on vacation. I've been out of the office since tuesday of this week, and I won't be back until after New Year's Day. A nice chunk of time to myself. But what to do with it?
So far, I've been getting a lot of naps in, watching a lot of Entourage, going shopping, doing errands, and having a mini-bakeathon/movie marathon with Sasha and Justin. All of which has been fun times; I could easily fill two weeks with stuff like that. But in the name of getting-the-fuck-out-there and seeing some things, I decided to do some traveling.
So tomorrow evening, I'm flying out to Las Vegas, baby! I'll be staying with Chris's family, which is aces both in terms of saving me the cost of a hotel stay, and having someone to pal around with on the strip. I'm planning to bring clothes, a toothbrush, a camera, and not much else if I can avoid it... I'm pretty sure I can find ways to amuse myself while I'm there.
As for specific plans, I don't have many. I did buy a ticket to Penn & Teller's show, which I'm looking forward to (though it's about as crappy as these tickets get, in terms of seating... so I may well be borrowing a pair of binoculars for the show.) Other than that, I'd like to get in a little sightseeing, a bit of poker, and who knows what else? I honestly don't have much idea. But I'm only going to be out there for 3 full days, so I'm pretty sure I'm not going to have time to run out of shit to do.
Wish me luck folks. I'm going to the right place for it.
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(4 ego boosts | boost my ego)
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Monday, November 12th, 2007
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Act 1 - The office, 6:30 p.m. - Our heroes are gathering their belongings and getting ready to leave.
Shankar: Where are you going after work?
Me: I'm going to go buy some pants.
Shankar (looking confused): Pants? Why do you need pants?
Me (also confused, now): To cover my legs and genitals.
Shankar (seeming totally bemused): Ok, then... I'm just going to go over here and talk to [our coworker].
[He walks off.]
Act 2 - Five minutes later, downstairs.
Shankar: So, you're going shopping now?
Me: Yep. I still need some new pants.
Shankar: Oh, pants! I thought you said paints!
Upon which, remembering his earlier question (and my reply) upstairs, I had a giggle-fit.
Found Humor, folks. It's the best kind.
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(8 ego boosts | boost my ego)
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Wednesday, September 26th, 2007
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I'm doing ok, but I'm not holding up too well.
The problem is, I've been slowing down. My prescribing Psychiatrist canceled two appointments in a row right before I moved, and I haven't seen nor spoken to him since. Which means I've been off all medications for over a month now.
I found myself hoping, at the start, that I'd be off the meds and find out that I'd developed such useful coping mechanisms and such a degree of mental health that I would be perfectly fine off of them. That hasn't been the case. I'm losing time, and dropping out of focus, pretty much constantly now. My attention span is shot, and I'm not feeling very much -- which is always the big bad, lurking over the next hill. There's not a lot I can do to help myself feel better when I'm not feeling the enjoyment from even the things I like.
On the other hand, I'm coping. I haven't lost my job, I'm not living in filth, I'm taking care of things... slowly. But I'm back to feeling like I've wrapped my brain in a thick layer of pillows and plastic wrap -- it's stifling, I don't feel much, and I have trouble getting around.
The thing that really pisses me off, times like these, is that I lose all sense of time passing in the macro sense. I can still feel hours, but days and weeks just vanish. And I miss things. I put off figuring out Del's wedding for so long that I'm pretty sure she's given up on me, and I know it's too late to make any sort of reservations. I keep wanting to go to people's birthdays, or to other events, and then missing them without even a tingle of internal warning.
So I should probably try to go back on meds. The problem there is, I have no idea what to go back on. My experience with switching meds so far has been confusing and unpredictable, and my memory gets so bad when I'm like this that I have no faith in my ability to explain what's been going on to any doctor I talk to.
There have been good things. And things I wanted to write about. I saw Shakespeare in the Park again, and it was very pleasant (except for the presence of filthy child "actors".) I bought a bunch of furniture, including a sofa and a bed. I'm sure there have been other things.
Two weeks ago, Sasha and Ali threw me a (very successful) combination housewarming/birthday party. I learned some valuable lessons, such as that my apartment will fit approximately 20 people, if they're willing to get to know each other fairly well. And that my tiny, energy-efficient air conditioners are totally overwhelmed by any such gathering of people. It was hot.
Click here for some photos from the party... including Neal-on-Pudding action.
But it was very nice, to see so many people and to watch everyone get along and enjoy themselves. Emily commented to me, a day or so later, that I had some nice, smart friends who loved the bejeezus out of me.
So I've got that going for me. Which is nice.
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(10 ego boosts | boost my ego)
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Monday, August 20th, 2007
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with a little help from Chris, Sasha, Ed, Neal, Jeremy, Tim, Emily, Ayla, and Kym. Thanks to all of whom, Saturday's move went by with amazing speed and smoothness.
Seriously, nothing went off-schedule, nothing got broken, and I even had so much extra time that I went and picked up air conditioners (at ridiculous discounts) with Chris while everyone else had a well-deserved pizza and beer break.
So, yeah. Thanks, guys. Every little bit helped, and it was awesome.
It looks like I will be sans internet, at Casa de Walkup, for at least another week. This should be interesting – especially with my simultaneous lack of television, netflix, and any means of communication other than my cell phone.
Which means, yes, I will be using recycled porn for at least a week. God help us all.
I've found myself mentally constructing a list of the things I need to pick up, long- and short-term. No matter how much stuff I think of, there's always more to add to the list. But I suppose that's the way of lists.
- Shower curtain. Because I make the little splashes.
- Curtains for my bathroom. Because the large bathroom window faces many other windows, and no one but me needs to see my sexy sexy "I made a poop" dance.
- Curtains for my living room. Because draperies are important.
- Dishes. For guests to eat on.
- Groceries. For to eat.
- A new bed. For to impress the ladies.
- A new couch. For couching.
- A dish rack. Because my dishes make the little splashes.
And the list goes on... there's always more. Is this being a grownup? Making lots of lists, and spending my own money?
And yeah, today was my birthday. Woo. Four more years till thirty.
Oh dear lord.
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(12 ego boosts | boost my ego)
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Thursday, August 16th, 2007
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Looks like it's a party. A party made of boxes of books and boardgames, fresh muffins, and sweaty, sweaty men.
So, really, like most of my parties.
But seriously folks, I'll be here all week. Try the veal.
Saturday will be moving day. Thanks to Chris, Neal, Sasha, Ed, Jeremy, and Kym, I won't be doing it alone (or walking, sherpa-like, downtown with all my furniture on my back.)
As planned, the moving day will stretch from 10am to the evening, and will include breaks for drinks, lunch, and boardgames.
If anyone else feels like helping out, especially during the mid-afternoon where the task will be moving things up four flights of stairs (and I'd like to be able to minimize the number of trips everyone makes), let me know. I'd be grateful for anyone who wanted to come by. Just drop me a comment or an email, or a call.
Either way, by the end of the day my apartment should be about 80% ready for general living -- short only the long-term, impossible to lug furniture (bed and couch), and anything I haven't decided on yet.
Fun times.
In other, related news, I've been thinking a lot over the last week about beds and mattresses. Super cheap-o nonsense mattresses can be had for about $180-200. On the other hand, a good mattress can easily retail for between $800 and $2000.
For mattresses. Who knew?
But I've found a pretty good deal (40% off) on one of the mid-range better mattresses. And I'm seriously considering just going for it. There's an old saw about how it's a silly idea to skimp on something you spend a third of your life on top of... I reckon it may well be true.
But I'm curious. Do any of you have any particular experience with quality mattresses? Any particular advice? Let me know.
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(6 ego boosts | boost my ego)
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Sunday, August 12th, 2007
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China is now legislating the reincarnation of living Buddhas. Their State Administration for Religious Affairs issued a regulation which requires any Buddha seeking reincarnation to first get governmental approval.
For the moment I'll ignore the fact that this is both bizarre to the point of absurdity, and pretty much a direct assault on the authority (and reincarnatability – shut up spellcheck, I know it's not a word!) of the Dalai Lama. There's a much more immediate issue that this raises.
Where can I get a copy of the paperwork?
Seriously. I know it'll be in Chinese, and I won't be able to make heads nor tails of it. It doesn't matter.
I absolutely have to own a copy of Form 134.95a: Request for Permission to Reincarnate (as a Buddha). Surely, someone out there can help me with this?
In other news, my official move-in date for the new apartment is this wednesday, the fifteenth. Which means, yes, I'll be moving in right before I turn twenty-six. There's nothing like pushing deadlines.
I'm trying to figure out the mechanics of moving. Annoyingly, I'm probably not going to be moving a lot of actual furniture into the new place, which is making the hiring of movers seem less and less economically justifiable.
I've pretty much accepted that I'm going to be getting a new bed, and likely a new sofa of some sort. Now the question is: IKEA, tag sale, or furniture store? A lot of the answer will depend on the measurements of the apartment and/or staircase, which I'm not going to be able to get until monday.
It's taking a lot of effort just to keep myself focused on this, honestly. I own such a quantity of stuff, and there's pretty much no way it's all fitting into the new place... but in order to filter and select I have to get it all into some semblance of order first. And that's been a lifelong quest for me even when I wasn't also having to deal with packing it all up and figuring out some method of transport.
Shankar would tell me that having people help you move is a general sign of immaturity — he takes pride in having hired movers and not asked any help from friends when he moved. I understand his point, and to some extent I agree. But honestly, my move is going to be such a slow, slipshod affair that just packing everything up and moving it probably isn't going to work out. And thus, I'm going to ask a few favors:
- Do any of my friends with cars (or better yet, vans or trucks) think they'll have a day in the next week or two when they'll feel like letting me pile their vehicle up with a few boxes (of clothes and books), and small furniture (disassembled shelving, maybe a chair or two, possibly a mattress)? Even if you're not involved with the lugging up four flights of stairs – which I would totally understand – I really just need someone who can drive this stuff down. I'd rent a car, but... no drivey.
- Are any of you (especially, again, if you're providing vehicularization) planning an IKEA trip in the near future? It's not unlikely at all that I'll wind up wanting some furniture from there, and IKEA's delivery service has an online reputation for being both expensive as hell, and almost entirely unreliable. Again, I'm not necessarily asking for any help carrying stuff. Just the car is favor enough.
- Finally, and this one's a little specific: do any of you have a good solid hand-truck (or similar), or other heavy-duty moving equipment I could borrow? Bungee cords, and stuff like that would also be great. This is the type of stuff that I could theoretically buy, but I'd pretty much wind up having to throw it out or put it in storage for years if I did.
Feel no obligations here: I'll find a way even if none of you can conveniently help out. And of course, I'd be glad to offer the traditional dinner and drinks for anyone who does make themselves available to me.
Ok. Thanks for your attentions. And now, back to sorting this shit out.
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(7 ego boosts | boost my ego)
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Wednesday, August 1st, 2007
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So, I just signed on an apartment.
It is here:
Interesting.
I'm not sure what I feel about this. I have a tendency to instantly question any long-term commitment I sign up for. (This is why I am an awesome relationship prospect, ladies.)
On the other hand, I liked the place. It had a nice view, it's less than a mile from work, and despite being a 5th floor walkup, I didn't feel like it was inconvenient.
Either way. I'm apparently moving next week.
So, yeah.
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(27 ego boosts | boost my ego)
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I'm pretty sure someone just died right outside my window.
Someone learned, suddenly and for a very brief period of time, exactly why you don't drive without your seatbelt on. Specifically, he received an object lesson inwhat happens when your car is stopped suddenly (say, by another car moving rapidly in the opposite direction), and you are not attached to your car by anything more than the friction of your ass.
He may also have picked up, if indeed he was still paying attention at this point, something about the amazing power of mass times velocity, and the ability of the human body to penetrate half an inch of safety glass... given motivation.
He's had a very educational night.
I try not to learn much about the people who crash into things outside of my window. I live immediately adjacent next to one of the more dangerous roads in manhattan: long, straight, and wide enough to give drivers a false sense of security, but with curves and surroundings that can hide such surprises as oncoming trucks, cars making illegal u-turns, and good old-fashioned glass bus stops.
The bus stop immediately next to my building was replaced at least 3 times in the first 2 years I lived here.
So there were more than enough nights when I was suddenly roused by the screeching of tires, and the crunching plastic thud accompanied by the tinkling of glass. It's so ingrained in me now that when I hear the first musical note of tractionless spinning wheels, I start to mentally count out the seconds until the next inevitable noises. The weird times are the ones where the car rights itself. There's a strange sense of waiting, as I count off the seconds.
It's hard to know how long to wait. Four seconds doesn't sound like a long time, but in the world of high-speed car crashes it can literally be a lifetime. I'm hesitant to decide too early that the car has survived. After all, that really would be weird; to decide someone had made it through the rough patch and then hear the crunch as they collided with the stone wall surrounding Fort Tryon Park.
I don't want to deal with the disappointment. Better to give the count a couple of seconds more, before I let go of my breath and decide they've made it by ok.
This week, I've been on clinically prescribed Amphetamine salts. I haven't decided yet for sure how I feel about that, but I think they're helping.
I spent last weekend wandering around, looking at apartments. A couple of them were really, really nice. With any luck, I should be able to move into one before the end of the month.
So I think things are going alright. But it might be best to give it a few seconds more, before I let out my breath and decide there's no crash looming.
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My new job has been kicking my ass. It's interesting, and I like the people, and it's certainly a hell of a lot more lively than my last workplace... but 9am-7pm workdays aren't even a rarity here. And, as I'm no longer charging an hourly rate, I can't even pretend it's all to pad my wallet.
So I'm tired a lot. Not working out, nor even walking as much as I should. It's definitely taking its toll – I'm pretty sure I'm fatter than I've ever been. Not a nice place to be.
There have been some signs of life, however. I'm looking for an apartment... either something really affordable in the Harlem area, or something a little less reasonable (but a whole lot more convenient) in the area of far west Chelsea.
Other good stuff too. I've done a little dating recently, and perhaps there'll be more to say about that in the future. I'm sure there's other stuff; there has to be, but I honestly can't think of what it is right now.
Ooh, one last tidbit. A dude named Adam Koford decided that, after illustrating 700 or so hobos, he'd open the field up to anyone who wanted to toss him ten bucks and name a hobo of their very own.
So, ladies and gentlemen, may I introduce to you: the infamous Blue Milker:
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Wednesday, March 14th, 2007
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So I've been pretty wiped out this week, what with the waking up at 7-in-the-god-damn-morning-o'clock for the new job (which has pretty cool so far.)
Not that this stops me from using my nifty new pedometer to make sure I take 10,000 steps a day, minimum.
But none of this is relevant to today's reason for posting. That's right: once again, it's Pi Day. And with just minutes to spare, I will make my annual Pi Day update.
Met up with the Edd, Sasha, and Rob McG for a pi-themed lunch today. Spanakopita was stolen from us by the evils of restaurants-not-being-open-yet, so we settled for some pizza pie before heading down to the Union Square Green Market for the piece of resistance:
Oh, the pie-ness.
We had delicious little mini-pies, and with split-second timing we were eating them at exactly 1:59.26, so we clearly win the day.
And, as tradition dictates: pie quiz.
Happy Pi(e) Day! What sort of pie are you?
You are:Cherry Pie
You're completely over-sexed. You're so sensual that it's ridiculous. You can't stop thinking about things that make you feel good. Which would be ok, if you didn't keep leaving stains everywhere.
Take this quiz!
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